CURRENT ISSUE - 2.2
WRITE THE WORLD WEBSITE
by LYAT MELESE (United States)
Change is unexpected.
Like the day I was told we were moving to America.
THE RAIN AND THE REVERIE
by TULA SINGER (Cuba)
My mother came into the kitchen with a blank face. "We're leaving," she said. "We're going to move in with Ahmad in New York."
MY PARENTS CONSIDER WHAT THEY'LL DO WITH THEIR REMAINS
by OTTAVIA PALUCH (Canada)
But not as quickly as water.
YOU WILL ALWAYS BE FROM ALABAMA
by LEE GAINES (United States)
you have learned there is both good and bad about where you live.
you have learned the stubbornest people on the planet are Southern.
WE NEED A DOG
by EVE DONALDSON (United Kingdom)
"But Dad, a dog is the animal for me -
I'll take him for walks and I'll make him his tea."
A TAKEN SEAT AT AN EMPTY TABLE
by AMALIA COSTA (United Kingdom)
We act like we're pleasantly thrust together instead of a family bound by grief and love.
by MAY ZHENG (United States)
Air sticks to my skin,
like honey. mosquitos circle my ankles and wrists
WHEN I LEAVE
by SIRIN JITKLONGSUB (Thailand)
These are the scents I will take with me when I leave this house.
FIVE TIMES WHEN I CATCH MYSELF ALIVE
by MERIT ONYEKWERE (United States)
When Uchechi’s voice crackles with laughter and her almond brown eyes crease . . .
by SAACHI GUPTA (India)
There’s a moment in kindergarten when I realize that the other grandparents don’t smile.
A BRIEF HISTORY VIA EGG
by MELISSA XU (United States)
I grew up eating an excessive amount of eggs. Actually, that’s a little misleading.
THE FOOD THAT BINDS US
by ROSALEEN SWEITI (United States)
There's a sort of spell that falls over the dinner table as we wait for the athan to sound.
A VILLAGE SUMMER
by BAYA LAIMECHE (United States)
She spoke with her hands, weaving stories out of air and breathing life into them . . .
by ISABEL ALTAMIRANO (Canada)
"Vente, mi amor, help me with dinner." I bound over to the kitchen, shooting a full-brace grin up at my abuela. She chuckled, patting me on the back, and led me to the counter.
"Here is the recipe", she said, waving to an ancient book . . .
by ANNIE CHENG (United States)
You always liked to watch the trains as they passed by, one after another, right on schedule. You liked the whooshing sound of the breaks as the train slowed into the station, and the whirring of the engine as it started up again.